this seemed an important topic from a safety
perspective, and so the story was written.
It was another attempt at frozen pizza. We were out of food on a
grand scale, so options are limited. We don't have any more pets,
and we're even out of those hot-water-reviving powder-soup-in-a-carton
products, which I bought at grocery
outlet over a year ago. Grocery outlet is no more of course,
having been demolished last month in a effort to bring more big
box retail to the costco/office max area under the freeway. But
poor land use, lost jobs and higher grocery prices have nothing
to do with dinner, so I'll kill that tangent right there.
pizza came from safeway. Generally, safeway has pretty good store
brand stuff. Their premium store
brand ice cream is really good, and most other stuff carrying
their name is fit for use. So when I unwrapped the pizza and could
actually recognize the parts on it, including real enough pepperoni
and colors that clearly belonged to olives and red peppers, I figured
I was in for some good eating without any assembly.
before I finish that story, let me tell you about something else
having to do with pizza and safeway. Some weeks ago, was at that
huge safeway that hangs in the boundary between the mission and
of market on 16th street and potrero ave.
is spanish for 'pasture', although a few blocks up, near san francisco
general hospital, potrero has the additional colloquial meanings
of 'stolen car radio threat,' 'mass public urination' and 'crack
head public health zombie bus stop'.
safeway neo-mall at 16th and potrero isn't so scary though, with
its blockbuster, gap and probably a starbucks or two. I was therefore
sufficiently unprepared when approached by a woman selling gift
certificate books for various san francisco restaurants. The idea
of donating to help lost children and, at the same time, getting
further reason to try some new establishments out was enough to
get me to buy the thing, once I'd talked her down a
buck or two.
months later, I've used two coupons. Ironically, one for tony's
cable car and the other for nick's pizza. I got a burger at
tony's while waiting for a kaiser permanente appointment. Then a
couple weeks ago, I turned the book over (the opposite half features
san mateo venues) to see what awaited outside the city. Common keyword:
find a pizza place though, so nick and I decided to go and try it
out. I was originally venturing out of san francisco solely to replace
a cd-r drive I bought from compusa that was defective. Somewhere
along the way, I confused san mateo with san bruno, and ended up
going a long way just for pizza. Bay area suburbia south of the
city all looks pretty similar to me; daly city, colma, south san
industrial city!" san bruno, etc.
duh, it turns out that san
mateo is way further south, especially when you drive down the
old highways instead of the freeway. Of course, I knew all this,
and have been through san mateo several times, but things didn't
click until I was too far from home not to just enjoy it all as
an outing in suburbia.
to the annoying serramonte car-oriented parking
wasteland of the nearby burbs, the old downtown of san mateo
is nearly pleasant small town main street. Nick being there made
the whole trip to nick's pizza more ironic. Turns out that almost
next door to nick's pizza is another nick's restaurant. The nick's
we went to is apparently the original
nick's pizza. They had good pizza, hot wings and lots of different
kinds of beer. And our waitress wasn't wearing shoes.
so that's the tie-in from safeway to pizza for the peripheral story.
Here's the original story I started writing: the frozen pizza I
threw in the oven decided to self-destruct
inside the oven. Here are the official press shots of the damage.
going to take it back to the store to take advantage of the satisfaction
guarantee, but there were three hungry guys in the house, so it
turns out that there wasn't a whole lot of evidence
speaking of damage,
I have two stories in the pipeline: one about my bank robbery and
the other about an approaching island war, so check back later.
And of course, I always like to get mail to know what you're thinking,
too, so let me know if you have any leads on island happenings.